the house was haunted. [2/2]

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[ june 5th ]

They were playing hide-and-seek again. Abby had looked everywhere for Joshua, but he was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t ever said they were officially playing the game. He never really did. Still, Abby knew he had to be hiding somewhere within the confines of the house. She moved from room to room, dragging Teddy along with her as she peeked her head around all the possible hiding spots. There was behind the couch. Under the stairs. In the backyard. Inside her pile of toys. Those were all the spots she had hid before, but Joshua wasn’t in any of them.

She stood at the foot of the stairs.She would have just played with her toys, but Joshua had been hiding for ages now. She didn’t want him to think he had been forgotten. Biting her lip and rocking on the tips of her feet, Abby thought for a moment. Mommy and Daddy said to never go into the attic. Joshua had said it, too. But if he was nowhere else in the house, then he had to be in the attic.

Abby frowned.

It wasn’t fair! He said that she couldn’t go there, but he could go there all the time. She bet he went there ever single time that they played hide-and-seek. Taking a big, deep gulp of air, she decided to brave the unknown. She marched up the steps with Teddy and Joshua’s big flashlight. It was hard carrying both of them, but the attic was dark and scary. She needed the comfort and light.

She flicked on the flashlight.

And then she slowly pushed open the attic door.There was a soft creak as it swung open into the room. Abby scanned the room with her light. Everything looked funny. It was covered in a thick layer of dust. When she lifted her bare foot up off of the ground, she could see a tiny little footprint in its place. She shined the light down. There were bigger footprints near hers. They were all Joshua-sized footprints. Some of them had a little more dust than others, but it didn’t matter. Abby still could make out just what direction to go.

Struggling to hold her teddy bear, she set off towards the darkest corner of the room.

“You can’t keep doing this, Joshua,” an unfamiliar voice said. Abby’s grip on the flashlight tightened. She didn’t like the sound of the voice. Its owner sounded cold and distant. It was scary. Even worse, it was being mean to Joshua! No one was supposed to treat him like that. Joshua was her best friend in the entire world - even more than Teddy was. “I know you feel sorry for her, but you’re going to get hurt if you keep this up.”

“Abby needs me,” Joshua said.

The flashlight’s beam flickered as Abby’s heart soared. She didn’t know what they were talking about, but knowing that Joshua cared about her made her feel all warm and fuzzy. He wasn’t going to leave her like everyone else did. He wasn’t ever going to leave her in the darkness. The light went out. The room was dark, but Abby could still see. Joshua had some kind of light in the corner. He was looking at a tiny little rectangle. If Abby squinted, she could see someone on the other side of it. “It’s not like I can go anywhere with the quarantine.”

The rectangle person sighed. “Are you planning on staying there for the entire pandemic, then?”

“We’re not doing house calls right now,” Joshua pointed out. He had his back turned to Abby. He hadn’t noticed her yet. And even though Abby would have normally gone running over to her, something made her pause. There was something about that corner. It was a bad corner. She was supposed to stay away from it. Mommy and Daddy had never said to. Joshua had never said to. But it was so dark and cold and lonely and-

“What are you going to do when she finds out?” the rectangle person asked. “How are you going to break it to her? You know she wouldn’t understand.”

“I won’t have to tell her,” Joshua said. Abby’s blood ran cold. The flashlight started flickering again, even though she hadn’t tried moving its switch from off to on. “She doesn’t come up into the attic. She likes to avoid the place where-”

Joshua went still.

“Joshua?” the rectangle person said. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost-”

Joshua turned. 

When Abby looked up at his face, she saw it was paler than usual. The flashlight, still going off and then on and then off again, fell out of her shaking hand and went rolling across the floor. She hugged Teddy close to her chest, but she was having trouble keeping a grip on her favorite toy. The room shifted. She was in the corner again. Joshua was nowhere to be found. The rectangle person was gone, too, but Abby barely noticed. There were noises coming from downstairs. Mommy had said to hide.

“Don’t come out until we say to, okay?” Mommy had asked. She had looked so scared and sad. Abby had tried to give her Teddy, but Mommy refused to take the stuffed animal. Daddy was out by the front door. The mean men that Daddy had dinner with sometimes were out on the front step. They were raising their voices downstairs now. She covered her ears with her hands. She pulled her legs close to her, pinning Teddy between her chest and her knees.

Someone let off a firework.

Mommy screamed.

There was another firework.

And then there was silence.Even when she heard the front door open again later, Abby didn’t move. She didn’t get up when strangers called her name. She felt so hungry and tired and cold, but she had to follow exactly what Mommy said-

Abby,” a voice said, cutting through the dark. The room spun again. She wasn’t in the corner anymore. She was standing a few feet away from it. Teddy had joined the flashlight on the ground at her feet. Joshua was closer now, too. It was his voice that she had heard. He was crouching down in front of her and giving her a hug, but his arms kept going through her when he shifted. “It’s alright. You’re okay.”

When Abby looked over his shoulder, she saw a tiny skeleton - Daddy must have put it there after Halloween - illuminated by the light of the rectangle in the very corner of the room.

The rectangle person didn’t say anything else.

Abby didn’t say anything else that day, either.

[ june 6th ]

“Joshua?” Abby finally asked. Her voice was hoarse and quiet after an afternoon and night of not using it. They were sitting in the living room again. Joshua was eating a piece of toast. Abby knew she should have been having breakfast, too, but she didn’t feel hungry.

She never did.

“Yes?” Joshua asked. He had a soft, warm look in his dark eyes. She wanted to hug him again, but she knew she would be sad when she couldn’t touch him.

“Are...Are you going to leave me, too?” she softly said. “Just like Mommy and Daddy?”

Joshua frowned.

A pit formed in her stomach. She held Teddy close to her. She knew it was too good to last. The rectangle person was saying he couldn’t stay there forever. She frowned, too. Her eyes started to tear up. When she pulled her legs close to her chest, she already knew what the answer was going to be.

“I’ll be with you as long as you want me to be with you,” Joshua answered.

She raised her head. “But the rectangle person said you had to go!”

“We still have time,” Joshua said. “I promise. When the lockdown is finally over and I do have to leave, we’ll figure something out. We just have to take things one day at a time like we always do.”

He reached out a hand to give her a little pat on the head. His fingers kept going through her hair, but she didn’t mind. It reminded her of when Daddy used to comfort her.

“Now,” Joshua said, getting to his feet and brushing off the dust from his suit, “I think we’re overdue for our morning tea party.” When Joshua moved towards the little table on the other side of the room, Abby wasted no time in rushing after him.

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Riverlight
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Hey, Magebird! I'm back with that second review you requested that I thought I'd done for some reason. Oh well, I'm here now =P

Oh... that's... ToT

I will say that I'm now unsure of who the ghost is here... I *thought* it was Abby, but now... Joshua? And who is this rectangle man? Curious... very curious. What's obvious here, though, is that those were not fireworks...

Oh my... It's hit me.

Abby's the ghost ;-;

No ;-;

Poor child ;-;

That was a flashback because the attic triggered her memories ;-;

OH NO IT'S ALL HITTING ME NOW NOOOOO

Magebird

You are so mean ;-;

Bad Mage ;-;

So, as I'm understanding it... Abby wasn't murdered like her parents were... she died in the attic because she listened because she never thought to go downstairs because she'd been told not to and--

You are so cruel

ToT

I'm trying to process all of this and it's just spilling out here now, sorry XD

The skeleton is Abby's. And Joshua is... what? Who is he talking to? Waht exactly are they talking about? What is the context that he doesn't want us to know?

So, if rectangle = cell phone, she was probably killed before 1973, meaning that Joshua would be in his 50s at the earliest because 47 years come in between the creation of the cellphone and covid. So... he's likely an older man playing hide and seek. Wow. Okay

This is the best I can do for your review because-- wow, that hit me like a freight train. An amazing story! Thanks for requesting the review, and have a nice [*insert time of day here*]!!!

This is another belated reply, but thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you enjoyed my entire story. <3

So, as I'm understanding it... Abby wasn't murdered like her parents were... she died in the attic because she listened because she never thought to go downstairs because she'd been told not to and--


That's what happened! I admit I didn't have that planned when I first started the story, but I knew I wanted Abby to be the ghost from the start - and for Joshua to be the red herring. That's why he has such an old-sounding name compared to her slightly more common/modern-sounding nickname. It's a subversion of a trope I've seen in some stories before.

The skeleton is Abby's. And Joshua is... what? Who is he talking to? Waht exactly are they talking about? What is the context that he doesn't want us to know?


I really need to elaborate that in revisions or some future story, but I was thinking that Joshua is part of some agency that deals with ghosts. He was supposed to help Abby pass on really quick, but then quarantine started so he wasn't able to. He also started getting attached to Abby - probably seeing her like a little sister - so he didn't want to help her move on right away.

So, if rectangle = cell phone, she was probably killed before 1973, meaning that Joshua would be in his 50s at the earliest because 47 years come in between the creation of the cellphone and covid. So... he's likely an older man playing hide and seek. Wow. Okay


I admit I hadn't done the math, but being killed before 1973 sounds about right! And Joshua actually doesn't have anything to do with Abby besides being in the same house as her right now, so I was actually thinking he was somewhere in his very early twenties. It's still interesting to think of him playing hide and seek, but the age gap isn't as big. :P

Thank you again for your review! <3

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Valkyria
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Hello, Mage!

I'm back for the second part! This was a lot to take in, but you set everything up so nicely! I really like the part where Abby has a little flashback near the end.

So, Abby was the ghost! It makes sense now.

“She doesn’t come up into the attic. She likes to avoid the place where-”


I'm going to finish the sentence- "where she died."

Ohh, that felt like a punch to the gut. I love how you didn't say it outright, but you left the readers to fill in the blank.

When Abby looked over his shoulder, she saw a tiny skeleton - Daddy must have put it there after Halloween - illuminated by the light of the rectangle in the very corner of the room.


I wonder if that's her skeleton and she just doesn't know it.

The mean men that Daddy had dinner with sometimes were out on the front step.


After reading that and the gunshot, I keep envisioning those "mean men" like the gangster films. I don't know why.

Someone let off a firework.

Mommy screamed.

There was another firework.

And then there was silence. Even when she heard the front door open again later, Abby didn’t move. She didn’t get up when strangers called her name. She felt so hungry and tired and cold, but she had to follow exactly what Mommy said-


I said this in my last review, but I really like how you put yourself in the mind of a child. There's no way Abby would not what a gun looks or sounds like, so I like how she thought it was a firework.

Abby must have died before cellphones were invented because she called it a "rectangle person."

It breaks my heart that Abby probably starved and froze to death.

All in all, this was a wonderful two-parter story! I'm so glad I read it.

Thank you so much for your review! I'm really glad all the scenes hit the way I was intending them to. <3

So, Abby was the ghost! It makes sense now.


It was so hard not giving it away when I was replying to your last review. :P I did try my best to have some red herrings with Joshua, though!

Ohh, that felt like a punch to the gut. I love how you didn't say it outright, but you left the readers to fill in the blank.


Thanks! :) I was worried I would need to clarify things a little more in this part, but it looks like I had enough context clues.

I wonder if that's her skeleton and she just doesn't know it.


;)

(It 100% is her skeleton.)

After reading that and the gunshot, I keep envisioning those "mean men" like the gangster films. I don't know why.


That's what I was thinking! I honestly didn't have a death in mind for her when I started this story, so I had to come up with something that would explain why she was left alone. I guess gangsters just work for deaths like that? :P

I said this in my last review, but I really like how you put yourself in the mind of a child. There's no way Abby would not what a gun looks or sounds like, so I like how she thought it was a firework.


Thanks! The people in my town really like setting off fireworks, and my family has joked for years that you can't really tell if they're fireworks or gunshots. I realized that Abby would probably think the same thing, especially when she wouldn't have the context for the gunshots.

Thank you again for reviewing - and for your compliments! I'm really happy you enjoyed this story. <3 <3

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LittleLee
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I have no review for you. This story is amazing. Both parts are. And yes, it's very touching. You've done an absolutely amazing job here. <3

I haven't read much of late, this stirred that feeling in me again! Thank you for that, and thank you for the story. :D

Ahhh thank you so much!! I'm glad you liked this story as much as you do, and it really made my day to find out it made you feel special. :)



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